The apartment was hushed under the blanket of night. Only the faint hum of the city beyond the windows broke the silence. Gao Tu sat curled on the sofa, Omega instincts restless, mind replaying Wen Lang's piercing gaze from earlier. Every step, every word from the Alpha lingered like a weight he couldn't shrug off.
Wen Lang appeared in the doorway, silhouette framed by dim light, commanding even in stillness. "You're awake," he said softly, voice low and deliberate, carrying the authority of an Alpha that made Gao Tu shiver.
"I… I couldn't sleep," Gao Tu admitted, Omega vulnerability clear in his tone, body subtly quivering with unspent tension.
Wen Lang stepped closer, each movement measured, deliberate—his presence pressing in, magnetic, intoxicating. "You think too much," he murmured, a shadow of a smile brushing his lips. "You always do."
Gao Tu's chest tightened. "I… can't help it," he whispered. Omega instincts flaring, scent rising, heart hammering as the Alpha loomed closer.
Wen Lang crouched slightly, bringing his face just a hair's breadth from Gao Tu's. "Good," he murmured, letting the words linger, a tease and a claim all at once. "You don't have to fight it with me."
A shiver ran through Gao Tu, not just from proximity, but from the unspoken tension. Wen Lang's hand hovered near his, thumb tracing invisible patterns in the air, daring him to reach—or wait.
Gao Tu's Omega instincts screamed with longing, desire coiling like fire through him. "I… I…" He swallowed, words failing as the Alpha's presence commanded more than he could resist.
"You want it," Wen Lang said softly, voice like velvet draped over steel. "You want me to take control… don't you?"
"Yes," Gao Tu breathed, surrender threading his voice. "I… I can't stop wanting you."
Wen Lang's lips curved into a satisfied, slow smile. "Then don't." The Alpha dominance pressed in, subtle but undeniable, and the Omega gave, shivering under the invisible pull, yielding to the tension that had been simmering for too long.
Night stretched around them, quiet yet electric, every glance, every movement a silent game of control and surrender. Desire, long hidden, finally danced at the edge of acknowledgment, threatening to spill over with each heartbeat.